~      Sylveon    ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
          Countersense Fairy   
      Canine?                     
                          Palliative? 
                                 
 Appearance: Sylveon  Resemble Dogs  In  
   Many Ways, With Similar  Small Bodies 
   And Faces. They Are  Small And   
     Nimble, And  With  White Fur.  
                               
                                 
 The  Most Striking  Feature  Is      
 Their "Ribbons",     Long Flat Feelers 
 That  They     Use  To  Bind    Or  To 
 Interface  With  The Minds  Of  Others 
                          
   The  Ribbons  Play A  Large  Social  
   Role   Among   Sylveons.          
    They Induce A Sense Of Wellbeing, 
   And  Can  Ease Pain If  Applied    
 Close To A  Wound.     It Is Thought 
 They  Feed Off The  Pain Of Others     
                  This  Way.   
                              
                              
       Sylveon  Are Great  Partners 
 To Humans,  But Care Should  Be Taken   
 To  Limit  Exposure  To    Ribbons,   
   Since  With Prolonged  Contact     
   The Consciousnesses Start  To  Blend, 
 An   Environment   In   Which         
 The  Sylveon  Is  Much  More At  Home,  
    And   It   Will   Take    Advantage. 
                     
   Medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 Its   Sap                        
         Poison        Putting 
 Thoughts      Into           
 Not   Killed.                      
   But  Is    Loyal    (Lie!  Lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 The Nature  Of  The Coma  Depends On The 
 Intensity  Of  The Sylveon'S Feeding.   
      You  Will  Succumb To A     
        Fast-Growing  Addiction    
  That Leads To A  Submissive       
      And   Sluggish  State     
                
  Eventually  You Will  Slowly Slip  
   Into    A    Long    Slumber,   
  Becoming       Sap   In The Vines